Behind the Mask

Posted: May 28, 2009 in Short Stories

I never quite imagined myself tagging along with someone so geeky and nerdy. It was beyond my wildest dreams ending up with a conservative, simple, bookish man with no sense of fashion and “porma” at all. I mean, I, Samantha Enverga, daughter of two eminent doctors in town, a self-confessed party girl ending up with an egghead! An outgoing, cheerful, articulate, flamboyant, urban lady of the 21st century falling in love with the extreme opposite of my ideal man – no way! But now, it seems as if I’m eating all the words I spat out. This was the funniest, weirdest and definitely the most amazing thing that happened in my life.

There was this guy in class. He wore glasses as big as Einstein’s back in those olden days. He never got bored with his daily school-home-routine and vice versa. He always clothed himself in those old-fashioned polo shirts, some inherited from his dad, and the others were his own personal choices that really suck and are definitely “out of trend”these days. He always displayed a façade of a geeky intellectual poring over books and reading till his eye sockets eventually pop out. He wore braces over his not so pearly white teeth. He seldom put a smile on his face making him look as if he was carrying the dilemma of the world on his back. His best friend was his thick books and most often, he even talked to them which really made the whole class think he is a “21st century genius gone mad”. Oh, have I mentioned his name? Well, this guy is definitely none other than Nathaniel de Guzman.
One humid day, the whole class was eagerly waiting for the professor to arrive. My friends, Mewee, Fhilly, Shyne and Kimy and I were noisily teasing our buddies. “

“Hey Kimy, here’s a list of the top ten hunks and cuties in our batch. Catch this gorgeous!” Fhilly said as she threw a crumpled paper at her. “

“Way to go, gurl!” Kimy replied as she caught the paper with enthusiasm. “

“You have left the no. 10 slot blank! Would you like to fill it in, Sam?” Kimy asked as she handed the bit of paper to me. My friends called me Samy or Sam because according to them it’s a sexy and daring name. I read the list and a joke eventually entered my mind. It popped out of my imagination in the twinkling of an eye. “

“Ladies, I guess we could add on Nathaniel! I mean, look at him. He’s got the height, the body and the build. It’s quite undeniable.” I said as I thrust the paper to Nathaniel and hit his glasses and we eventually laughed till we dropped. The whole class started to giggle and chuckle with us as Nathaniel’s face turned red with blazing fury and rage.

“Look out! He’s going to explode!” Shyne shouted as he got up, looking furiously at us and shouted, “”Stop it, will you? Don’t you get tired picking on me every day? Is there something wrong with me? Will you mind your own damn business and go shit with somebody else?.

“Ohhh, finally mister, you spoke against us. Did you just tell us to go mess up with someone else? Don’t you know who you’re up against? I answered him. He abruptly turned away and madly left the room.
The cloak of the night’s enchantment had wrapped the world again with placid darkness. It was a weekend partying again. My friends and I invaded the dance floor at the hippest party bar in town. As my buddies danced their hearts away, I went to the counter and had a drink. As I drowned in the sensation of quenching my thirst, I saw Ethan, my all-time crush. He was wearing a sexy and ravishing black polo that really fitted his masculine build and those oh so lovely pants. He had his hair slicked up with the finest gel at the store and for the matte finish, a wise and utterly seducing masculine eau de toilette that would surely eat your heart out! “

“Hi Sam! Enjoying the night?” he asked me as his eyes bored into my whole flesh and finally dropped into mine. “

“Well, it’s fabulous! J’aime vetements Monsieur,” I answered back as I was beginning to melt in my seat at the stare of his incredibly bewitching eyes. I tried to lure him with my little bit of French but much to my surprise, he answered me, “Aimez vous le coca?”

“No, merci beaucoup”, I replied.

“Hey gurl, your French is pretty great. Guess I still have to study the language even more”, he told me as he held my hand and persuaded me to dance with him.

Now tell me, who would say no to this cute endangered species in our age? As we graciously grooved to the rhythm and beat of the music, I felt so mesmerized. He was the man of my endless fantasies. We had been party mates for a just a month or so but it seemed like I’d  known him for ages already. The whole picture was far beyond my outrageous hallucinations.
The party had already ended. This was the moment I dreaded. My chums left the place and he offered me a ride home. On our way to our chalet, I noticed a small paper box resting on my butt.

“Ethan, I guess this is yours. You’ve left this paper box here on my seat”,” I said. He said nothing for a moment. Finally, he broke the silence between us. We arrived home and he stopped the engine. The only noise we could hear was the heavy exchange of our breaths. He looked at me smoothly and gave me a queer and definitely pulse raging smile and said, “C’est un cadeaux moi. Open it. I hope you’ll like it. I had a hard time going around the stores just to find the perfect one for you.”

Did he just say it was for me? Oh dear! I opened the box carefully so as not to show my trembling hands and the sight of silver chain necklace and a cross pendant hanging form it appeared in front of my eyes. It’s totally wonderful, I said softly as I felt my body slowly melting on my seat. It was like time stopped during that early dawn. It was Ethan and me against the calmly sleeping, resting and snoring world. He hoisted his face hear to mine. He took hold of my face and brought it down to his mouth, glad that the murk concealed the satisfaction he wore. I gave back the kiss he wanted. The sensation of his tongue and lips playing over mine felt like a tingling sensation over me. I could feel the erotic bliss of his body pressed over my bosom. Then he whispered a line that made me descend from paradise to hell. I let go of him and my body was getting warm with hot, raging blood jolting over my veins. I harshly got my butt out of the seat and slammed the door of his car. These resentful times, I felt like crying but I didn’t swallow my pride. Seeing tears stream forth from my eyes would make him think he defeated me.

”I can’t believe you dared do this to me,” those were the last words I furiously spat out my mouth that night. I turned away and walked towards our house. As I walked, I felt like my whole body weight doubled. Why had I involved myself in such misery? “

“I love you Sam, that’s all that matters now!”, he shouted as I heard the engines roar away from the road. Finally, he was gone and I couldn’t deny myself anymore. In my room, I cried myself nearly to death. I regretted what I just did. I was stupidly remorseful why I drove him away. Who could blame me anyway? I was totally shocked. I was confused. My emotions were badly, smitten and I just got carried away. I cried the night away and the following morning I obviously had bloodshot eyes.
It was Monday again and it was quite an ordinary day for me.

“Samy, so how was your date with Ethan?” Fhilly inquired. “

“Yeah, how was your night with that hunk?”” Shyne butted in. “

“Where did you hang out after the party?” Kimy added. “

“It was fine, Mademoiselles. He just dropped me off at our house. Nothing fishy so far happened”, I lied. “

“You mean, are you sure nothing else happened?” Mewee asked me and gave me a naughty look. “Yes girls, nothing much!”, I lied again. “

“Ohh, how slow. Ethan’s too slouchy for our Lady here,” Fhil said as the rest nodded and agreed with her. “

“Girls, wait a minute. Here comes our good, old, neurotic Nathaniel, Mr. Know-it-all, inventor of the anti-boisterous device specially designed for girls to stop picking on him, nerdy, small Dexter’s reincarnation from cartoon to reality, but sad to say, turned out to be the craziest man of his time because his brain tissues eventually popped out already due to mere exposure of immense data. How’s that ladies?” Shyne said as she playfully stroked Nathaniel’s hair seductively and snatched his glasses.

“Hey, give me back my glasses you filthy brats!” he replied furiously.

“Just what the heck did you just call me?” Kimy asked as she threw trash paper at him.

“The next time you call us by that name again, we’ll make sure you won’t come out alive in this!”,” Fhilly warned him as she threw his books away from him and they lay scattered on the floor.
My emotions were cruelly playing over me- anger, hatred, pity, love, and affection. I didn’t know what to do  to leave the man I loved or to live by the expectations and rules of my friends. I wanted to abandon the scene and vanish into thin air. But then, I did something I never imagined I could do.

“Stop it girls! Stop mocking at him! This is too much. It’s not fair.” I shouted at them as I shielded Nathaniel against my mean friends.

“Am I hearing you right? Have you gone mad girl?”, Fhilly was shocked at my declaration.

“Has the world turned upside down? You’re lying Sammy. Tell us you’re lying.” Kimy added. “I’m afraid I’m not Kimy. You see, I know you won’t understand. I love Ethan. And the man who happens to be at my back right now, the man you’ve scoffed and scorned, is him.”, the words slipped away from my mouth so naturally as I looked back at his pitiful and immaculate eyes. My friends were dumbfounded at what they heard. I could tell by the look in their faces how shocked they were. They left their mouths hanging open at the sight of Nathaniel and I locked in each other’s arms.


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